“If I am at a party, I want to be at the party. Too many photographers use the camera to avoid participating in things. They become professional observers.” – Robert Mapplethorpe
Who can say when the roads meet That love might be in your heart And who can say when the day sleeps If the night keeps all your heart
Extinguish my eyes, I’ll go on seeing you. Seal my ears, I’ll go on hearing you. And without feet I can make my way to you, without a mouth I can swear your name. Break off my arms, I’ll take hold of you with my heart as with a hand. Stop my heart, and…
Strigoii, din pod, îşi iau înapoi, Lăsate din viaţă, demult, amanete… Aşa spune basmul ce azi l-am uitat Că noaptea, la crâşmă, apar siluete Cu roşii fanare, galbene, verzi. Dar când despre ziuă cocoşu-a cântat, Cad buzna, din pod, grămezi de strigoi, Şi-n hău, peste lanuri, strigoii se pierd Roşii, galbeni şi verzi. (George Bacovia)
Time has come to say the words we want to hear I make a wish: to be togheter This night, when we dream
Ali Bag, near Mumbai, India, jan. 2006
Pe drum. Kerala, Sud-vestul Indiei, ianuarie 2016.